Killer Temptation, Book I
Brianna Johnson did not expect to fall for Tristan Delacroix. But she never thought he would kill her sister either. Despite her feelings for him she must act. With a spell created for deadly revenge, one kiss will end her vampire lover’s life…or will it?
From the first bite, Tristan knew Brianna was his moitie –the other half of his soul, his mate. Now that he’s tasted her blood no other will do. But how can he capture her heart when she detests him? His time is running out and more than love is on the line.
Confined to his underground city, Brianna must fight the temptations she feels or risk losing not only her loyalty to her family but her heart as well.
“How old do I look?” he teased, and she was relieved he did not ask her about being adopted.
“At least thirty.”
“Bon, that’s how old I should look. But I am in fact three hundred years old.”
“Jeepers!” Her gaze danced over his face, searching for a wrinkle, maybe even an age spot. Vampire or not, how could he be three hundred years old and still flawless?
One brow rose at her blatant observation. “Is there something on my face?”
“Not sure yet.”
He laughed, encircling her wrist and tugging her close. The scent of labdanum and jasmine filled her nose. “Let me guess yours now…I’d say you are twenty-four.”
The corner of her mouth quirked upward. “Close, twenty-five.”
“Oh, I’m good.”
“Well, what do you expect after three hundred years of practice?”
His lips brushed the sensitive skin of her wrist. “Oui, practice does make perfect.”
She forced herself to breathe. The deep, foreign acuteness of his tone sank beneath her skin and sent shivers down her spine. She’d never have to worry about zoning out on a conversation with this man. She could listen to him for hours.
His arm wrapped around her waist and tugged her against the warmth of his body. Her insides became molten, fervent to be closer. She wanted to be so close, to all but sink inside him. Why did he make her feel like this? They just met. This wasn’t normal! Was it?
ISBN Digital: 978-1-61217-913-1
ISBN Print: 978-1-61217-912-4
Publication date: May 25, 2013
Page Count: 258
Word Count: 66236
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Rating: Spicy (PG13)
Hateful Desire, Book II
Sometimes the past can come back to bite you…literally.
When Amber Johnson places a spell on a werewolf, the last thing she expects is to be attracted to him. Her main concern is finding her missing cousin, and if she must imprison the pompous shifter to do so, then so be it.
Chayton Locklear has hated Amber for years. Now that he’s been placed under her spell, his animosity only grows. Payback is a bitch, and he can’t wait to give her what she deserves. With a twisted turn of fate, both their worlds are about to crumble as Amber and Chayton discover just how fine the line is between love and hate.
“Oh, I’ll stop when I’m done with you.”
Showing how little she thought of his threats, she stifled a fake yawn, and spun away. Something ensnared her wrist, and yanked, causing her to swivel and fall on his chest. “What the hell!”
Her body flattened over his…and he felt good. Warm, safe. She inhaled his sweetgrass and woody herb scent, and her eyes shut of their own accord. Walking barefoot along tall grass in the wonderful place of wilderness and a dancing campfire occupied her mind.
Why did he remind her of the recurring dream? Yes, he had appeared in the last one, but no point reading into the stupid coincidence. He had been on her mind when she had fallen asleep, and therefore disturbed her thoughts.
The grip around her arm tightened, not wounding, but securing. With gentle care, he cupped the side of her face. Her eyes shot open. The thump of his heart pounded against her chest. Or might that be her heart thrashing into his?
Breath fled in low gasps as she stared into dark eyes, then lowered to his mouth, and what a mouth, thick in shape, sensual, and yet, set in a firm line, resembling a Spartan warrior.
“You can’t hurt me, remember?” Nerves trembled her voice.
“I know,” he murmured with tender affection. “But I can do this.”
He drew her down. On instinct her eyes drifted to half-mast, and his lips raised over her soft ones in a harsh, punitive kiss. She quivered, tasting hatred when his tongue thrust inside, and apprehended his aim. Unable to harm her, he threatened her with his kiss.
ISBN Digital: 978-1-62830-580-7
ISBN Print: 978-1-62830-579-1
Publication date: December 5, 2014
Page Count: 298
Word Count: 72800
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Rating: Spicy (PG13)
Buried Passion, Book III
The choice was simple; leave the vampire out to fry. Ian Jefferson despises the species with every fiber of his being. Instead, he rescues the woman who attacked him, and brings her to safety. Ian knows he shouldn’t be lusting over the strange leech, but is so close to going against all he believes to subdue the passionate urges Rachel has stirred since the moment they met.
Rachel Johnson cannot recall a single thing about her life. All she is sure of is she craves blood. She never expected her meal to fight back or be a werewolf. Experiencing confusing flashbacks, she needs to know if her memories are real or just delusions.
With the truth unravelling, and her life in danger, can Rachel keep her darkest secrets buried and still give into Ian, knowing she’s not his bonded and will have to eventually give him up?
The stubborn woman returned, guns blazing. “And I told you, that is not happening.”
A careless hand flicked the air. “Right, I’m a menace to society. Bite me!”
Arms crossed, he clenched his jaw. “That’s what I’m afraid you’ll do to others.”
“Since we’re being honest here, why not tell me the real reason you’re afraid?”
As though caught red-handed, his body tensed. But he had nothing to hide. “What are you talking about?”
Her silent gaze locked with his. “You’re afraid you have the hots for a bloodsucker?”
The muscles in his cheeks hurt as he spared a mock grin. “Well, aren’t you a modest little leech.”
A raised brow and the perfect curve of her tilted chin met his mockery with confidence. “You’re covering the look of lust with detest, but it’s not working. I can smell you.” She sidestepped the coffee table and ambled toward him. Even in a tucked polo and denims, she sauntered forward as if in sheer lingerie. “You’re hot, you’re bothered, and you’re fighting it.” With each declaration, she stepped closer. His heart pounded louder in his ears.
Mere inches separated them now. She angled her neck. That sensual mouth a whisper from his. He lost himself, drowned in her hazel depths.
“You don’t know what’s more frustrating, the fact I’m a vampire, or that you want me.”
When did her arms snake his neck? She arched into him. The delicious contact stole his sensibility.
Warm, feminine curves met the hardness of his body. Ian hissed. A perfect match, male and female, both from two strong lines of species physically ransomed by an instinct as old as time…raw attraction. “Don’t flatter yourself, vampire. You’re not my type.” Dammit, his low, rumbling voice didn’t sound in the least convincing.
A gentle fingertip danced along his jawline. “The feeling’s mutual, Wolfy.” She stroked from his chin to the top of his chest. “Besides, who says we have to like each other?”
All reason escaped his mind as he brushed a thumb across her lip. He intended to kiss her. He had to. How could this perfect specimen of a woman be so close and he not kiss her? His mouth watered, gums tender. The slope of her neck drew his attention. Instinct screamed for him to sink his teeth into her skin, sample her rusty sweetness.
Page Count: 288
Word Count: 72190